So, I guess on my graduation ceremony day, instead of doing anything for that, we’re having a birthday party for my nephew. The other option is to combine his birthday party with my grad party. Either way, I’m not sure if it’s, you know, the fairest thing to do (whenever celebrations are combined, one obviously outshines the other, and every time I’ve been involved, I’m the one in the dark), but I know I can’t say anything.
“When a little white girl goes missing, online news, supermarket tabloids and cable network stations bombard us with up-to-the-minute dispatches on the crime, the victim, her shattered family and anguished community. When a little black girl is murdered in cold blood by a big city police department it is up to the community and those who care about social justice to ensure that the case doesn’t fade into the national obscurity that is usually reserved for the lives of people of color. The recent execution of 7 year-old Aiyanna Jones by the Detroit Police Department during a raid while she was sleeping in her home is the kind of atrocity that makes many people of color view the police as an occupying army. According to news reports, the Detroit Police were conducting a raid that was being filmed for an A&E reality show. Neighbors informed the police that there were children in the home, but their pleas were ignored. Searching for a suspect who lived in another apartment unit, officers fired into the home from outside, then lobbed a grenade into the house, killing little Aiyanna. By exercising a so-called “no knock” policy in the city’s poorest neighborhoods, the Detroit Police’s criminal disregard for human life and the civil liberties of people of color have kept the community under siege. According to Ron Scott of the Detroit Coalition Against Police Brutality, the Detroit Police have been under a federal consent decree but continue to use military style raids that terrorize black citizens.”—The Media and the Murder of Aiyanna Jones (via azspot) (via adailyriot) (via theoceanandthesky)
Open Doors (Or: What I Should Have Written in Countless College/Scholarship Apps and in my Summa Speech)
I always listen to music in the shower. I know it’s unsafe, I know I’ll probably electrocute myself one of these days, and I know it’s totally not hip to buy CDs anymore. I restrict it to weekend/school break mornings, so what’s the harm? I keep on. Yesterday, I picked Take This To Your Grave, one of the earliest albums of the now defunct Fall Out Boy, aka my high school era favorite band. As I wish finishing up getting ready, it turned to track 4: Saturday. I submitted this song to be our senior theme. The chorus—“two more weeks/my foot is in the door”—refers to Patrick Stump’s final weeks in high school. Standing in front of the mirror, hairbrush in hand, it hit me: Sunday, May 30th was my “two more weeks.” I thought a lot about this line during the past four years. Two weeks until summer break. Until my next concert. Until my faux “defining moment of my life,” the AP US History exam. And now, until my graduation. I dumbly stared at my reflection. I spent large part of high school absolutely hating it. I had the failed best friendships (people who mostly ignored all of my other issues), the family problems (my father wrote me off more than once) the mild academic struggles (oh, you can’t figure out the molecular structure of that chemical? You’re a fucking failure), and finally, the depression and anxiety that everyone told me was normal teenage angst (hint: it’s not normal to want to kill yourself). But while I certainly wasn’t going to be one of those people who regard high school as “the best years of my life,” I can’t be one hundred percent bitter about it. Sometimes I only showed up at school to go to Young Dems. Writers’ Club forced me to confront my social anxiety and work through it. I befriended at least couple of fellow students who I know I’ll talk to twenty years from now. I had a few teachers who helped me out more than they’ll ever realize. If I can say all of these people had an effect on me, I hope someone can say the same about me. A few months ago, I went on a school field trip, almost totally paid for by scholarships and one generous donation. I told the teacher supervising how grateful I was, how amazed that all of these people cared enough to help me out. Before I turned to go back to my seat, he said, “See what happens when you’re a good person?” It was tempting to burst in to tears right there. I think that even though through out high school, I sometimes I told people I was a good person, I never really got a chance to believe it myself. I think I do now. So since 2006, I’ve learned a few things, including what Darwin actually meant by evolution, the effects of the Populist movement on 20th century politics, how to do a vector problem without a cheat sheet, how to survive a depressed state, and how to actually be okay with your life—but more importantly, yourself—again. And sometimes I don’t even feel one hundred percent better. But that’s okay. High school is over, but my life is far from it. Every experience, whether hated or loved, has better prepared me for whatever else this world has to throw at me. It tells me that, contrary to what I believed for a very long time, I know I’ve got more time. My foot is just in the door.
three years ago today i saw fall out boy for the third time
wow why did i just say that there goes my REP
I saw them for the first time three years ago, too. I went with my two of my best friends (at the time) and we made Dirty birthday cards. We also harassed Dan (Korean Tom Cruise or whatever he was called).
I am only slightly embarrassed of this whole event.
“Yesterday Sarah Palin accused President Obama of leading a lackadaisical response to the spill because he is ‘too close to the big oil companies.’ She would know because her husband worked for BP for 18 years. Rarely do you see both a metaphorical and a literal example of the pot calling the kettle black, but I think we just did.”—
From erin: “i know this is short notice, but the results of this poll will be broadcast on fox news tonight, asking people whether we should repeal “don’t ask, don’t tell”. please if you can, tell everyone to go there and vote yes so they can’t use the excuse of americans not supporting this repeal as an excuse for discrimination.
right now the yes’s are at 42%, but the no’s are at 48%, so it’s close but still not there yet…” I just checked and it’s 43% yes, 47% no. Do it to it, Tumblrers.
You just keep on producing those winners, Republicans.
Wow, that is actually a pretty funny story. Basically there was a Republican convention held at a middle school, and one classroom had a collage about the U.S. Labor Movement. After the convention was over, the teacher returned to find the poster gone and, in its place, a bumper sticker that said “Working People Vote Republican”. Keep it classy!
“Kate was a conservative woman who fell in love with Bill, a liberal man. Bill convinced her to marry him despite her parents strong objections. Ten years later, Kate began to suffer from strange bouts of lethargy and sickness. Several trips to the doctor were unable to find a cause, until he performed a blood test. It turned out that Kate had AIDS. She confronted Bill who admitted that he considered himself bisexual and had been involved in several homosexual affairs while married to Kate. He was tested as well, and also was HIV positive, but the disease had not progressed to AIDS. Kate divorced and is now forced to take a battery of medications to delay the inevitable.”—